The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1887-08-26
SULLIVAN WHIPPED.
Long Jack Does Up the Boston Man in
True Wild Western style.
From the Dakota Bell.


From the Dakota Bell
When the John L. Sullivan combination
made its first Western trip little event
took place out at Helena, Montana, which
has never been in the papers. As is well
known, John usually takes in the towns
when out on his trips, especially the West
ern ones, where he generally sees much that
is new. On this OCCASION at Helena, he was
making the rounds with couple of the
members of the combination and local
sport, and it was pretty late when they
struck large saloon which, perhaps, more
than any other. was frequented by the
stockmen. There were probably twenty
five or thirty cowboys in the saloon at the
time. After drink all around a big,
square-shouldered man stepped up and said:
80 YER John L., be YEP
Eyes, sir"
We'll, want o say kin lick We the best
day We ever sawm
livery likely" replied Sullivan, starting
out, seeing that the man had been drink
ing, and not wishing to have trouble with
him.
''Oh, we needn't very likely mel kin do
it an Pm goin' tot You needn't be 'shamed
to fight with me; the boys kin tell we know
how to fight"
aye bet he KIM" roared half dozen,
IAN we're goin' to see him do itm
Here most of them drew their six-shoot-
ers, some guarded the door, while the rest
covered the other members of the Sullivan
party and the barkeepers with their weap-
ons, and formed ring.
"Whack it to him, Jack" yelled the boys
Eyer bet | will I'll knock him down and
jag him with my spursw
He took off a heavy revolver and handed
it to a friend who stood in front of the ring
and said;
"Buck, we jes' hold that an keep right be-
hind me so can get it thunderin' quick if |
step back and want it, Then he turned to
Sullivan and added: snow, | don't want
none o. yer hurr'c cane fightin' nor rushin'
nor monkey business Nv any kind This is
jes' a straight, fair fight, an eff we go tryin'
to knock me out I'll grab that air gun an
fill we SO full of lead you won't hold to-
gethert"
'That's right" yelled the boys.
Sullivan saw the fellow meant business,
and that whatever kind of fighter he
might be he wasn't afraid to shoot, and that
the others were at his back. He saw the
only thing he could do was to let him have
his own way simply keeping from getting
hurt himself. So they went at It, and Sulli-
the ring. He could easily have knocked the
fellow out, for though he was big and stout
he had no science, but there was that friend
of his right behind him all the time holding
that revolver out invitingly and already
cooked. They kept it UP for fully fifteen
minutes, or till the cowboy was tired out,
and Sullivan never more than tapped his
opponent though he took several quite
heavy blows himself At last they stopped
and shook hands, while the boys yelled till
they were hoarse and fired their six-shooters
at the ceiling till Sullivan was deaf, after
which his opponent treated the whole crowd
and patted him on the back patronizingly,
and told him that, though he was a very
fair fighter, he needed to train a little more
before he tackled Long Jack again. 1t was
the only time Sullivan got the worst of a
fight